What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

After taking a shower, I lay on the guest bed, listening to the rain outside gradually subsiding.

Before I lost consciousness, I vaguely heard Lu Yan making a low phone call coming from the next bedroom.

His tone was hurried, as if he were reporting something.

The hornet's nest has finally been stirred up.

Thinking about this, my consciousness gradually sank, and I fell asleep completely.

……

Half asleep and half awake, I smelled a strange odor.

It wasn't the stench of a corpse, nor the smell of blood, but rather a faint burnt smell.

I suddenly opened my eyes. The room was pitch black, and the curtains were drawn tightly shut.

The burnt smell was coming from the living room.

I instinctively reached under my pillow, and my fingertips touched the cold scalpel, which calmed me down a little.

I glanced at my phone; it was 2:15 a.m.

This is the time when people are sleeping the most soundly, and also when the yin energy is at its strongest.

I suppressed the lingering dizziness in my head and quietly rolled out of bed.

Although the depletion of my malevolent energy left me feeling weak all over, the Corpse Weaver's intuition for danger was like an instinct etched into his bones.

I walked barefoot to the bedroom door and pressed my ear against the door panel.

It was very quiet outside, unusually quiet.

Lu Yan is a very vigilant person; if she were to get up at night, she would make a sound.

Suddenly, a very faint "click" sound came.

That was the sound of the lock cylinder turning on the security door.

My pupils suddenly contracted.

This is a safe house belonging to the Bureau of Folklore, equipped with the highest level of electronic magnetic lock. Without a specific key card, even using explosives would take some effort to blow it up.

There's only one possibility for someone to open the door so quietly—one of their own.

I didn't dare open the door. Instead, I held my breath and peered out through the faint light filtering through the crack in the door.

The warning talisman pasted in the corner of the living room wall is now spontaneously combusting, turning into black ash that falls down in a flurry.

That's the source of the burnt smell.

Then, the door opened.

Three figures wearing black tactical vests, night vision goggles, and earmuffs quietly entered the house.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, and they were not holding ordinary guns, but standard magical pistols engraved with runes.

The leader made a gesture, and one figure headed straight for Lu Yan's bedroom, while another figure crept towards me, and the last one went straight for the safe.

The division of labor was clear: murder, silencing witnesses, and taking the goods.

Just as the figure reaching for Lu Yan's bedroom placed its hand on the doorknob, a sudden change occurred.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the door to Lu Yan's bedroom shattered, and a blinding bolt of lightning lashed out like a whip, striking the assassin directly in the chest.

That was the palm thunder of the Righteous One Sect!

The assassin didn't even have time to scream before he was blasted away!

"Who the hell came from, daring to trespass into my safe house!"

Lu Yan's furious voice rang out, followed by two muffled gunshots.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The assassin who was about to open the safe reacted extremely quickly, rolling behind the sofa and firing two shots to suppress the enemy.

The living room instantly descended into chaos.

I hid behind the door, my eyebrows furrowed in a frown.

Are these people insane? Killing the deputy director in the Folklore Bureau's safe house?

This shows that the contents of the ledger have frightened some people to the point that they are willing to tear off all pretenses!

The assassin who was creeping towards me was clearly not distracted by the commotion over there; he was only two steps away from me.

He had already raised his gun, the muzzle pointed directly at my door lock.

Given my current physical condition, a direct confrontation would be fatal.

I took a deep breath and gripped the scalpel tightly in my hand.

Just as he fired and broke down the door, I flung the door open!

"puff!"

The bullet struck the door frame, sending splinters flying that grazed my cheek, stinging painfully.

But instead of retreating, I charged straight into the muzzle of the gun.

With my left hand, I used all my strength to support the barrel of his gun and lift it up. With my right hand, I gripped the lancet and plunged it deep into the gap in the collar of his tactical vest!

That's the clavicular fossa, and below it is the subclavian artery.

The feeling of the blade cutting into flesh was unfamiliar, but I didn't hesitate at all. I twisted my wrist and flicked it outwards.

"Well……"

The man froze, and a warm liquid sprayed all over my face.

The gun fell to the ground, he clutched his neck with both hands, and his body slumped to the ground.

Before I could make a further move, a shout rang out.

"Chen Yang! Get down!"

That was Lu Yan's voice.

Without thinking, I instinctively threw myself to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, several tongues of fire swept across the spot where I had just been standing, riddling the door frame with holes!

If I had been even a step too late, the bullet would have hit me in the head.

The assassin hiding behind the sofa saw his companion fall and immediately turned his gun to finish me off.

But this moment of distraction revealed his weakness.

Lu Yan rushed out of the bedroom, holding a yellow talisman in her hand, and moved with astonishing speed using the Qigong step.

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Abruptly end!"

The talisman in her hand transformed into a beam of golden light and shot out, sticking directly to the assassin's back.

The assassin's movements suddenly froze, as if a pause button had been pressed.

The next second, Lu Yan had already rushed in front of him and delivered a powerful knee strike to his chin.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the quiet night.

The assassin's jaw was smashed, and he lost consciousness.

The battle ended quickly, lasting no more than a minute.

The living room was a mess, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Lu Yan, panting heavily, turned on the living room light.

Under the lights, her face was ashen, and her eyes burned with barely contained rage.

She walked over to the corpse whose neck I had stabbed and ripped off its mask.

It was an unfamiliar face, but the metal nameplate hanging around her neck made Lu Yan's hand tremble.

Those are the identification tags of the Special Task Force within the Bureau of Folklore.

"One of our own..."

Lu Yan gritted her teeth, squeezing out the words through her clenched teeth.

"Great, really great. Zhang Jianguo, someone from the provincial government? He's even willing to kill me for a ledger?"

I leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, and wiped the blood from my face.

"Director Lu, it seems your territory isn't so safe after all."

Lu Yan suddenly turned her head to look at me, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

She glanced at the precise knife wound on the corpse on the ground, then looked at my weakened state.

"That last cut... was beautiful."

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her anger, and came over to offer me a hand.

"Can it still move? We can't stay here anymore. Since they dared to make a move, it means that the defense system here has been taken over from the back end."

In ten minutes, we'll probably be hit by heavy firepower.

I used her strength to stand up and gave a wry smile.